P R E S E N T I N G;The Glorious Woman of the Siren, “Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream” 
Larissa, Ro’lecreuz;My words feel so empty
My lips speak in vain
Your face tells a story
Of wounds that still remain
Stay true to my heart
Cast failures to the wind
I hate the way it feels
To know I slipped again WE'RE WALKING IN THE AIR
Nothing will ever hold us down.
◊THE CHARACTER◊
• FULL NAME: Larissa Hortensia Ro’lecreuz
• NICK NAME: N/A
• AGE: Sixty-one.
• BIRTHDAY: March the twenty-second.
• GENDER: Female.
• SPECIES: The Hydriad.
• RACE: The Siren.
• BIRTHPLACE: Sacrifate.
• OCCUPATION: Revolutionist.
• LOCATION: Icclic Grove.
• MARITAL STATUS: Single.
• SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
• CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon.
WE'RE FLOATING IN THE MOONLIT SKY
The people far below are sleeping as we fly.
◊WEAKNESSES◊
[impulsive] - - - Hasty decisions, under pressure, and often without thought - - impulsivity has been known to seize power over Larissa. Anything that impedes instantaneous gratification is, in her mind, nothing but a pest and that of which is to be evaded at all costs. She possesses restless desires of alteration and exhilaration in her life. Running into these matters of impatience time and again in societal situations, pecuniary conditions, and even annoyance with herself at times, she is yet to rise above this fault of hers. Larissa just happens to be a firm believer in deadlines and promises, and she will lose respect for individuals who lack value and conscientiousness in their words of promise. ”The bell was rung again, with some impatience, while the party was in darkness.”
[aggressive] - - - Within Larissa’s core lies a vast quantity of energy and force which is pent up and constantly prepared to escape into the outer world to release its fury on all who get in the way. Inside of her is a woman who is rather quarrelsome, pigheaded, begrudging, fixed in her ways, ill-tempered, and straightforwardly knocked for six. In her grudges, she believes that a leopard cannot change his spots. In other words, you cannot change who you are. People who lie will always to liars, people who steal will always be thieves, and people who are ignorant will never budge. Her largest spot would be that of her disputes and dislike for the Royal. The Royalty to her is nothing but a fuddy-duddy. Others have tried to change her mind, but never succeed. Larissa has an axe to grind with Royalty. She is no devil’s advocate. She will only fight for what she thinks to be right. Despite her ill-temper, she wants peace just as much as the next person does. There is a method to my madness.”
[relationships] - - - Demanding to an extreme, Larissa can be pushy and ask too much of her companions. Not only this, but she has a tendency to have a Don Juan-like counting of conquests of the opposite sex. A select few of her past relationships have ended rather, well…to put it frankly, disastrously. The intensity of her relationships out-stretches their longevity. Larissa is capable of long-term relationships, but only so if she can find a man who can generate situations and activities that are constantly stimulating her. “Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none.”
I'M HOLDING ON SO VERY TIGHT
We're Riding in the Midnight Blue.
◊S TRENGTHS◊
[courageous] - - - Willing to fight for her beliefs, Larissa has little to no fears. Even if she does feel a bit frightened, she rises above the fear and tackles the situation head on. She walks the walk, and demonstrates her capability of being brave. Nevertheless this sometimes puts her in harm’s way or in jeopardy. Despite those facts, she wills herself to try to conquer the obstacles that lay before her. ”There is nothing to fear but fear itself.”
[healthy] - - - Larissa naturally has the physical stamina of a long distance runner. She is generally healthy and often able to fight off illness through utter strength of will. No magic involved in this. She is just fit and able to fight off ailments easily. In her mind, she is frequently busy, too busy to have time to be ill. Even when feeling under the weather, she treks on throughout her day, without complaining to those around her. ”It is amazing how much crisper the general experience of life becomes when your body is given a chance to develop a little strength.”
[optimistic] - - - When things go wrong, it is easy to fall into a pit of worry and constantly fret over the fact that you may not be able to change the outcome of something. Larissa takes a more positive approach to such situations. She may not show the positivity and optimism on her expression or mood, but it’s deep within her. Staying a little quiet about her optimism she will not give up on trying something. Expressing optimism through her actions is Larissa’s method. She dislikes quitting and giving up. “The grass is always greener on the other side.”
LADY WITH A VIOLIN PLAYING TO THE SEE
Beckoning to the sound, we're going down.
◊PHYSICAL APPEARANCE◊
• PLAY BY: Evangeline Lilly.
• EYE COLOR: Hazel / Green.
• HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
• HEIGHT: Five feet, five inches.
• WEIGHT: 121 lbs.
• OVERALL APPEARANCE:
---STYLE--- She may not be the fanciest or richest of sorts, especially in her style, but Larissa pulls off style nonetheless. It isn’t of vast significance to her, but she enjoys seeming presentable and attractive at the least. Silk and lace are worn on more of the formal occasions. Although, from time to time she may wear her nicer fabrics when in presence of several people, and any she wants to make a good impression on.
Larissa enjoys loose flowing dresses or robes. Skirts and wraps are also favored. At almost all times, Larissa wears a silver chained necklace and pendant adorned with pearls, one large crystal clear gem, and several small colored gems surrounding it. Another important accessory to her is her fan. It is tan in color with aquamarine blue waves flowing across, birds flying above, and colorful wild flowers wrapped around the edges of the fan.
---WELL, IN A PHYSICAL SENSE…GENERALLY--- Five feet and five inches precisely. Weighing in at a total of one hundred and twenty-one pounds is the stunning, Larissa Ro’lecreuz. Her hair rolling in waves down her back and shoulders, soft and silky, is dark brown in color. Along with her long dark hair, she has fair skin and almond shaped eyes that are a mixture of medium gold and jade green. On top of the bridge of her nose, and running over her cheek bones, she has a small amount of light pigmented freckles. Semi-full lips in a neutral shade accompany her natural ivory teeth. Not pearly whites, just a natural ivory and cream stained teeth.
Larisa’s face is diamond -shaped, but always appears to be soft on the eyes rather than edgy angled features. The only “edgy” feature she has is her sharp scar that bevels above her neck. Larissa’s posture is around average, not wanting to appear too cocky or too self-conscious.
Sirens are often born with a particular scent to them. Larissa’s “scent” is that of which is a mixture of rosehips, dragon’s blood resin and saffron strings.
I TURNED MY HEAD TO THE SEA
A strange wave came over me..
◊PERSONALITY◊
Larissa is feisty and fiery in every aspect of her being – through her passion, dedication, aggressiveness, relationships, stubbornness, and well…almost everything. Her passion lies within her cause, which is revealing the incompetence of the royal by bringing about a new revolution, and to stomp out the old monarchy ways. Her motive is the belief that overthrowing Caterina will somehow bring peace to the land. One by one, Larissa is out recruiting her followers so that when the time comes where she has enough support, the rebellion will begin.
Dedicated to this cause for the past decade and a half - Larissa committed to herself long ago that she would never set her project aside or give up on it. Despite her impulsive instincts, every move in she makes towards the rebellion are carefully planned and thought through. She may be careless in her personal life, but she sure as hell ain’t when it comes to taking care of business. The past several years have been somewhat lonesome for Larissa. At times, she felt as if she hadn’t a friend in the world. Business and her goals for societal revitalization took up most of her hours, during most of her days, for many months, and several years. She lived not of much in the public eye until a few years ago, so she would be able to free herself of her secluded nature, and desolate living areas.
Aggressiveness is one of the ways she stays so devout to her cause. If she permitted herself to become petered out as of belittlement, she would have failed herself and her quest times of yore. In the company of individuals whom have a high regard for her and the cause concerning a new beginning, Larissa tries to appear impassive and detached. She maintains pokerfaced whilst addressing the majority of her cohorts, unless they are closer to her in a friendship like manner. Still to those she regards to be friends, she is not from tip to toe expressively open to them.
Even in relationships, it calls for time to be worthy of Larissa’s trust. In other words, Larissa is not what one would entitle as an “open book.” Similarly to her causes, she is feisty, fiery, and passionate when in a relationship. With this in mind, when she does come across someone to entrust, she does so fully, and places all her heart into the relationship. Never had to have a relationship interfere with her cause before, or to cause a distraction to it, she doesn’t know what it’d be like to juggle her cause as well as a relationship and how they might come to clash with each other. Currently, in her heart, the cause is number one in her heart, but she has never faced a challenge of having someone to share that number one spot. Therefore, as hesitant as she has been, this is one reason as to why she has been alone as of late.
Stubborn and with an attitude that says, “my way or the highway,” Larissa places her opinions flat out on the table, giving only her options, and not considering most others suggestions. In addition to her stubbornness, she is a little bit improper, rough around the edges, tasteless, yet effervescent. If you step over the line, she won’t hesitate to put you in your place, in fact, she won’t even feel reluctant to do so. Whether doing so physically, or emotionally, she has her tactics. One she has been made known for her is her keen ability and talent of public humiliation and degradation, blackmail, and her very favorite, the ability to get inside of your head to mess with it. Those who infringe the set code to her means to an uprising, also face similar consequence.
I'M FEELING I CAN FLY SO VERY HIGH WITH YOU
Nobody down below can believe their eyes.
◊ LIKES & DISLIKES ◊
• LIKES:
Nature
Swimming
Music and harmonies
Ideas
Open mindedness
Ice tea
Wave watching
Older books
Fine linens and silk
Sitting in trees
Writing letters
• DISLIKES:
Royalty
Pessimists
Solitude
War
Excessive use of magic
Ignorance
Disrespect
Lack of progress
Assumptions
Not being close to her family
Laziness
ONCE UPON A LONG LONG TIME
We flew away and never looked back.
◊ HISTORY ◊
“When I was born, my mother was awfully unwell. During her giving birth to me, the healers weren’t certain if she’d live to tell the tale, or if I would stay alive either. Proving all those who had doubts of my mother’s strength, she had pulled through the child birthing alive, but very fatigued, and very ill. She resided at the healers for several days until they deemed her prepared to return back to her home. My mother and father troubled in their weakened state, along with two sons already, if it would be just to bring home another child, particularly one so sick, and close to death. The healers assured them, they would heal their child (me) while my mother rested herself to health, back at home. In a month, they were supposed to return to the healers and pick me up, and safely bring me back to my family and our home. One of the healers, whose name I do not even know, betrayed my family and I, as well as the woman who raised me. I was still sick when I was given up. The healer could no longer meet the expenses necessary to take care of me, and he was not as caring of a person as you would think a healer to be. The healer told a woman that I had been abandoned, and this woman was one whom could not bear child. She was eager to raise me as her own daughter. The woman paid the healer to adopt me, as well as some money to buy my herbal medications I would need to help keep me healthy until I was stable. The woman then took me and began raising me as her own.
One month later as promised, my real mother and father showed up at the healer’s home. The healer wore a sympathetic face, and announced to my mother and father that I had passed only two weeks ago, and that I had been cremated and spread through the stream that lay behind the healers home. My parents were devastated, but knew I had been sick, and that this was a possibility. So, they paid the healer for the services he had been providing, as well as paying for the cremation of my body and funeral services that had supposedly been taken care of.
For the next sixteen years, I lived with my adoptive mother, Agatha Loraine Hannafin. She was a woman who didn’t think she needed a man to be fit to raise a child. She was strong-willed and bright. Living out in a timbered region, she owned a little, but pleasant chalet built of cedar wood, she nurtured me to the best of her ability. As a little girl, she would play harebrained child games with me that amused me for hours on end. She also would teach me how to weave, swim with me in the lagoons nearby, and practice family recipes with me. As I began to become older and wiser, we began conversing about things such as recent happenings out on the town, entertainment, affairs of state and royalty, family, and life. The one thing we fully agreed on was our dislike for the royal rulings.
At the age of sixteen, Agatha passed away. She had known for a few months she had been becoming sick and she worried if she died, how I would cope without a mother. So she began writing a journal for me. It was a golden painted journal made of leather. Agatha said it was an old blank journal she had gotten when she was my age. It was a gift from her grandmother. She told me she would write down all the important things I would know if anything bad ever happened to her, and I was somehow on my own. She made me swear to not open it until such time. Not even to sneak a peek or read a single page. I agreed to the conditions. A month before she died, she told me she had finished the journal and placed it under her mattress in her bedroom. She said the conditions still stood the same, not to open the journal until the time came, and yet again I agreed.
One stormy morning when the rain was pouring hard, and the lightning hit the ground in nearby villages, I was woken up by the sound of thunder. I sneaked out of my bed and went to the kitchen to see if Agatha was awakened by the thunder as well. I didn’t see her at the oak table drinking her usual blackened herb tea and muffin, so I figured she was still asleep. I poured her a glass of the tea, baked a gooseberry muffin for her, and set it on a wooden tray on top of a lace doily. Creeping through the hall way, I reached her bedroom, second door on the left. I snuck into her room with her morning meal, and placed it on the small end table to the right of her bed. She looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake her, but I knew she wanted to get up not too late in the morning, as the night before she promised we would take a walk through the woods together. I whispered her name, and tapped her shoulder gently. She didn’t wake. So I said her name a little louder. Still wouldn’t wake. I looked from the tea, to the muffin, to Agatha, and it hit me. Agatha had passed away. I was glad she died peacefully, but it hurt to lose the only person I ever had close to me. I promised myself, I would carry on the traditions, the recipes, the beliefs, and the passion Agatha had for everything she did. A few days later, after she was laid to rest, I had yet again visited her room. Lifting up the mattress with great anticipation, I spotted the leather journal we had talked about.
Inside the journal was little letters she left for me, snippets and bits of notes, several recipes, general knowledge written down, life lessons she wanted to pass on to me, information about her and her life, her will, and the biggest shock of my life thus far. On the last few pages, tucked in was my birth certificate. Among the birth certificate, she wrote a letter explaining how my parents had abandoned me and how sick I was and how I had become her daughter when I was an infant. Listed were the names of my true parents, history of my heritage, my siblings, where they resided, and other information. At first, I was naturally upset that Agatha hadn’t told me this when I was younger. Instead she told me after her death, before I could ask her any questions. But then, I remembered how Agatha always had a reason for doing whatever she did, and she was the only one I trusted. So I stuck by her, and just told myself that there must have been a good reason for her hiding this from me.
Agatha had left all her possessions to me, due to the fact that she had no siblings, no parents who were alive, and no significant friends. She left me a small amount of money she lived off of, her home, and all the other possessions in the home. I lived alone in that home since I was sixteen years old. It wasn’t until I was older did I seek my family out. Before that, I held a four year grudge, angry at why they gave me up, but had two sons. I didn’t even know if I even wanted to meet them, or have any contact whatsoever, but something told my gut it was my responsibility to seek them out. Especially considering the fact that I had no one, I was lonesome, living by myself, and had no family.
At the time, I wanted to get to know them, but I didn’t want them to know I was their sister. After all, I was abandoned by my parents, and they were not. I felt like I’d be some huge burden. So when I introduced myself, I didn’t tell them that I was their sister. We got to know each other a little, as acquaintances, but I still struggle with the idea of whether or not I want them to find out who I really am. I feel like it is my fault that I am not close with them. I missed having siblings growing up, and taking out my parent’s abandonment out on my two brothers by not revealing who I was. I tried to get to know them by asking questions about their past, and their childhood. They told me, they said their sister had died, and how devastated they and their parents were. But, even after knowing that, I was even more afraid to tell them who I was, I was afraid. Afraid of what? I don’t know. But I’m still trying to get over that fear. Because it is my fault. My fault that even after finding out the truth, that I didn’t tell them, that I kept it a secret, and that I wasn’t closer to them.
I’ve kept in contact with them, but have mixed feelings about the both of them, considering the fact that Benjamin pretty much is in love with Caterina, the person I’m trying to overthrow. And, how both Keagan and Benjamin are part of the military ranks. They are fighting for what I am against. The royal.”
IN A FANTASY WORLD WE LIVE
Nothing as so simple I can give.
◊ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ◊
Sitting atop a boulder at the top of the hill that overlooked Icclic Grove, Larissa took in the view and contemplated her options. How she would overthrow Caterina, was still in its planning stages. How she would tell Keagan and Benjamin the truth, well, that was a whole different problem. Cracking her knuckles, she flipped through her prized golden leather journal she received when she was just sixteen. Writing notes next to the passages written in by Agatha several decades ago, Larissa was plotting as well as just jotting her thoughts down, it helped her stay in a little bit calmer state. She often had an ill-temper, and used writing as a way to restrain outbursts of aggression.
She looked up from what she had written in the margins of the pages, and up to the rising sun. Her almond shaped eyes squinting at the sight of the sun. Light from the sun struck her eyes, illuminating their jade green color, with hints of yellow. They were eyes like that of a wild cat. She often spent her time at this spot at the hill, looking down upon the city. Especially in the morning, it was peaceful, and a perfect place to just relax or ponder. To her, nothing was as beautiful as the ability to have such a clear mind so early in the morning. It felt like opening the blinds to the windows of her creative soul. That’s what beauty is, she thought to herself.
To her left, there was her morning ice tea as well as the simplest of buttered bread. Picking up the bread with her left hand, she used only her thumb and pointer finger. Instinctively, she stuck out her pinky in that pompous manner. A sparrow flew down from the willow tree nearby where it had laid its nest. Landing in front of Larissa, the sparrow pecked at the crumbs falling from her buttered bread. Glaring over at the bird, Larissa spoke softly, “Well Nigel, isn’t this just a splendid morning? I can’t imagine any other such amazing day as today will be.” The bird tilted his head slightly. “Oh? Why you ask? Well today will be the day that I meet with two young lads about a new revolution. Let us keep this a secret, just between you and I, alright Nigel?” Nigel bowed down, picking up yet another crumb, stared back up at Larissa, and flew off.
Larissa sighed. I’ve finally gone nuts, she thought, talking to birds, how silly am I? But it made her laugh all the same. She was such easily entertained by her own mockery of the royal family. It almost became a habit, or odd obsession to make such jokes. Though, one thing she spoke of was no joke. It was true, she’d be meeting this day with a few cohorts who wanted to run over some proposals on the growing of the revolution. Larissa munched on the last piece of bread remaining. Thinking out loud, she added to her previous thoughts, “Soon, it will all come together.”
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
Come now, don't be shy. Give me some pie.
◊THE ROLEPLAYER ◊
• Laura •
• AGE: Eighteen
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• YEARS ROLE PLAYING: Sevenish?
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• HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Don’t remember, but I’m glad I did!
